WillGM: As we fade back in on camera, Fearless has presented you with a sketch he made from the verbal description of a woman with a baby that appears to be Aware. Rhett has identified his two prior co-conspirators as two of the riders in first class upstairs. WillGM: ----------------- Game Start ------------------- Bruce: Keel zem. WillGM: For role-playing purposes, recall that the humans are operating on very little sleep after a full day. Maurice is pretty sure he drifted off at some point. ;) Edward: *nod* Ed *was* about to nod off for the day in order to be awake in Istanbul. WillGM: BA looks at the picture and frowns for a moment. "These are the ones you said you met in the church?" Edward suppresses a yawn. Mostly. "Yeah." WillGM: He turns around in the seat and goes back to whatever he's doing with his laptop. "And they not only find out what plane you're on, they get on it. Your guys need to seriously upgrade their counterintel, I guess." Bruce rubs his tired eyes. "Okay. So what are we gonna do about it?" Edward: "There aren't all that many flights we could have taken, remember?" WillGM: "I'm not yet actually sure whether Wade and Ro are enthusiastic about the project or not. It was always hard to tell whether you were talking to your old pal, or Xav." Edward: "Somehow I doubt they're overjoyed at getting used as his personal rides whenever he needs one." WillGM: "Yyyeah, that's true... but Ro may have been the one who summoned him, and Wade was always into relics like the Grail." He glances at Frizz. "The Judas Grail, excuse me. Even I was interested in guarding it from celestial hands. It wasn't until we really started getting used that I got pissed off." Bruce: "Okay. So, are they following us, or is it just piss-poor luck that we're on the same flight?" Edward: "Could be both. Of course, worst-case scenario could involve.... Waaaiiit a minute... *turns to Fulmeniel/Frizz* Couldn't Fate's Djinn break a cherub's attunement?" WillGM: "I saw listed numerous evening flights from the San Francisco airport to Istanbul and the region. If their goal was merely to travel to the same city, we would have been unlikely to be on the same plane." Edward tries to recall whether they'd heard anything about lost attunement from the firecherub guarding this... WillGM: *to Edward* "Yes. That would be the only way to steal something to which a Cherub were attuned, in fact. At least if one intended to keep it for a long time." *** Inviting Dicesuke to channel #gurps *** Dicesuke (dice@ip68-13-166-245.om.om.cox.net) has joined channel #gurps WillGM: 3d6 Dicesuke throws the bones for WillGM (3d6) and gets 9. WillGM: Gimme a second to check logs. I know I said something about that, the question is whether you were there or it was just Maurice. Maurice: Not that Maurice would know what that means... or is awake. ;) Edward nods. "So they'd at least know where our package is, no? Of course, that still wouldn't get them on the same plane as us because they'd only know which plane to take after we'd taken off... Unless..." Edward: "... Unless they figured out what plane we took off from SanFra on, then used that teleportation Song to get to Jersey in time for the layover, and got on there." WillGM: There we are. Bruce, *you* remember. The Magpie you were interrogating mentioned that this is exactly what happened. WillGM: "All of this would depend on the duration of the Djinn's Attunement. It would wear off unless the demon could come into contact with the object again every few days." Edward nods. "There's that." Bruce: Sorry, trying to remember what I remember. ;) Edward: "Let's hope that it's not the case, even if that means we still don't know how they figured out we'd be on *this* flight. An irate Djinn with a Gollum complex is just what we don't need to further complicate our lives..." WillGM: You were interrogating one of the Magpies that had been hanging around Golden Gate Park. In describing the theft of the Skull, he said that they had paid a Djinn of Fate to break the guardian cherub's attunement before making off with it. Bruce: *nod* Fearless: that Fate is involved in this worries us. Edward: Xav is Fate, so they already were involved. Fearless: that's what worries us. ^_^ Bruce sits quietly as Fulmeniel and Edward banter, fatigue weighing on his brain. Slowly, something emerges from the murk. "...crap. I think our lives are going to get more complicated, then." Edward: "... Granted, I don't think there's any possible explanation for the fact that they knew what flight to take that won't further complicate matters, th-- oh, yay?" WillGM: BA remarks dryly, "Or they could have just tailed us, you know. Not everything is an damned miracle." Fearless: "For once, I agree with BA. Sometimes, the simplest explanation is the right one." Bruce: "Well, maybe. The Thief Frizz and I interrogated said something about a Djinn of Fate being paid to attune to the thing. I... don't think he's still in the picture, though. I hope." WillGM: "That's right, I should have remembered that." Edward suppresses another yawn. "Mmm. Listen, it's been a really long day, and regardless of anything I don't think they're going to cause havoc until after we've landed, so I'm going to try and get some sleep now so I'll be able to stay on my feet when we're in Istanbul." WillGM: *yawn* "Hear hear." WillGM: "My Resonance should certainly have repaired itself by that time." WillGM: "And I am going to go speak to the young lady." Bruce: "Probably best that we don't let them know that we know they're onboard anyway." Fearless: "Be careful, Frizz. She told me she doesn't want to get involved with us." WillGM: "If she's human, I'll respect that. If she's not... the baby presents a problem." Edward: "Not one that this is really a good time to deal with, mind." WillGM: Frizz pauses. "Your point is taken. I have no wish to let a possible violation... but..." he leans back in his seat. WillGM: "I have a greater duty, I suppose." Bruce: "Yeah." Fearless: "My reporter's instinct tells me that we'll run into her again sometime. There'll be another time; trust me on that." WillGM: (Sack time passes?) Bruce sleep. Fearless settles in for some sleep. WillGM: (Sack time passes.) WillGM: This is as good a time as any to pause and think, if you wish. Eight hours and as many time zones pass a couple of them having already elapsed since the flight started. Maurice just mutters things in his sleep, in French. *** Signoff: Maurice (Client closed connection) WillGM: Deep sleeper. Bruce: *snicker* Edward: *snore* WillGM: I'll wake everybody up when Maurice gets back. Fearless: *chainsaw* *** Maurice (fnord@cf2.c004.g4.mrt.starband.net) has joined channel #gurps Maurice: Grr. WillGM: re Bruce: *droolsnore* Maurice just mutters things in his sleep, in French. WillGM: When you wake up, Fulmeniel quietly informs you, "The flight has about two hours left. The one Rhett called Ro was stretching his legs and saw us. It may have been intentional; I'm not sure. I also don't know whether he recognized anyone other than Edward, Fearless, Rhett, or Maurice." Bruce rubs the sleep out of his eyes. "Did he see you seeing him seeing us?" he mumbles. Edward: "Did he act surprised when he saw us?" Maurice quietly wakes up. "Oh good..." he mutters. WillGM: "Yes, but I don't know if he connected me to you." Fearless: "Shit." WillGM: "He'd have seen me at the airport if they were tailing us. But not Fulmeniel or BA." WillGM: BA smiles smugly and flashes a V. Maurice: "Did we decide what we're doing while I was asleep?" Bruce yawns. "Mm. Thank God for small favors. I still think it'd be best if they didn't know we were on to them. It'll give us a little more time to sort out a plan." WillGM: "Got anything in mind for that?" WillGM: "I'd like to know what they expect to accomplish by tailing us. They got the prophecy they wanted from the Skull. Do they want me back? Or is it something to do with you?" Edward: "Either, or, or both." Bruce: "Maybe Xav's one to hold a grudge." Fearless: "Or, more likely, his boss Kronos is the one with the grudge." WillGM: "On a statistical model informed with the traits of Exavenos' class of demons, Mr. Whitechurch, I would estimate high likelihood for that statement." Maurice blinks at Fulmeniel. Bruce: "Oh. Good." Fearless nods. "Seems these 'demons' are vindictive sons of bitches." WillGM: A old man seated in front of you all puts down a copy of _Left Behind_ and turns around. "I'm sorry to be a busy Bertha, but I just couldn't help overhearing the conversation you people have been having. Leastways not with my hearing aid up." WillGM: "Now are you young folks having trouble with demonic activity? Because I could pray for you if you're in need." Bruce: "Mm. It's probably in the union contract." Bruce gives the old man a small smile. "Hey, it couldn't hurt." Maurice considers this and nods in agreement at Bruce. Maurice: . o O (We really do sound crazy... oh well, I know I'm not) WillGM: "Allrighty. Let us all bow our heads." He promptly begins praying for about five minutes about asking God to protect fighters against evil on their mission in the heathen hations, to give you strength of faith, and similar requests. WillGM: s/hations/nations/ Edward resists the urge to rub his forehead. Fearless ponders.... and shakes his head in a short shudder... Maurice bows his head too and waits until the man is finished. Bruce bows his head politely. WillGM: He finishes, gives you all a final blessing, and turns back to his book. Maurice smiles slightly as he looks at the rest. WillGM: Frizz mimes writing something on a notepad. Bruce: "Ahem. Maybe we should icksnay on the arWay." Bruce mutters. Maurice: "I haven't been to Istanbul before... should be interesting," Maurice comments in a completely mundane manner. Fearless: *softly* "Or at least keep the terminology and names to something more... mundane." WillGM: BA passes over the laptop to Edward, with a text file open. It contains the statement, "How about this method?" Fearless: *louder* "If we have time, I'm curious to see the old Byzantine relics." Edward types, "Slow, but effective - assuming nobody's Van-Erping." WillGM: Dunno what that means. Pass it around. Edward: Van Erp phreaking: the trick of using an induction spool to read the video signals from the comp to the monitor and reinterpret them on your own screen. Edward passes it around. Maurice: Van Eck, I thought it was? Edward: Yep. Blame the player for not having had enough sleep. Maurice: No biggie. Character has no idea, so. WillGM: Fearless, after it passes Fulmeniel, the file has added, "Unlikely unless someone has altered this laptop without Mr. Altmeir's knowledge," and "So what *do* we plan to do -- ignore them? lead them into a dark alley? fake them out?" Fearless: *types* "I say we go a head and get the Skull to where it needs to be, whiel keeping an eye out for them." Fearless: *pass* Maurice glances at the laptop, shrugs and just passes it on to the next. Bruce types laboriously, with his index fingers, "We'll wing it." Fearless nods at Bruce WillGM: Frizz types, "We'll meet the Fire angels and get it back. Then, don't forget, Liriel will probably want to join us eventually. If we can lose them before he gets back to us..." WillGM: He hands it back to BA. WillGM: Good a plan as any. WillGM: -> Ed Edward adds, "They probably know what we're planning to do - return it to the Fire angels. Logically, they'll try to intercept before we do so. Where precisely? Too many possibilities. Best we proceed as planned with due speed and keep a sharp eye out." Fearless takes the laptop. *types* "Can we get them arrested? ~_^" Maurice gets a glance at the laptop, frowns slightly, obviously wondering what some of the things being talked about are. WillGM: Frizz eyes this, lifts his eyebrows and turns to Bruce. Bruce scratches his stubbled jowel, takes the laptop and types, "Detained by airport security?" WillGM: Frizz types, "What for though?" Fearless looks up. "I love the way you think," he tells Bruce. Bruce thinks. He types "What do you have in your Scabbard again?" and turns it to Frizz. Fearless takes the laptop. "Not using my piece." WillGM: Frizz grins. "Lots and lots. You suggest planting some on them?" Bruce taps the side of his nose and nods. Fearless nods, giving a good poker grin. WillGM: "Nice. Now, I could give it a whirl, but are any of you particularly good at that kind of thing?" Fearless: 12 at slight of hand... WillGM: Volunteer, dude. :^) Fearless: assuming I can get behind them in line as we disembark. WillGM: 3d6 Dicesuke throws the bones for WillGM (3d6) and gets 8. Fearless: planes tend to get crowded at that point WillGM: As you consider that, you figure they'll let the first-class guys off first, but then, they'll have to hang around if they're going to tail you. Bruce: I was gonna say... ;) Edward types, "Fingerprints?" Fearless: *types* "I know a bit of slight of hand... but they tend to let the first-class off first. Fingerprints can be bypassed via gloves." WillGM: Fulmeniel leans forward. "First aid kit latex gloves?" Fearless nods. *softly* "Those'll work." WillGM: BA types, "Bathroom wet-naps? Fearless shakes his head at BA. WillGM: Rhett types, "Should be a first aid kit near the lavatory." Fearless: *types* "Check it out, then, Rhet" WillGM: k WillGM: Rhett gets up and heads back. Fearless: we in the smoking or non-smoking section? Edward: In my experience, all planes are completely non-smoking nowadays. Maurice hrms and gestures for the laptop, just to read it thus far. Edward: At least, the last several times I flew, they were. Fearless hands it over Bruce: "If we've grown a tail, they'll find some way to loiter not too far away. We'll just have to arrange a close encounter somehow." Maurice: There's no smoking sections on airlines in the last decade or so. Fearless: Even on international flights that last several hours? WillGM: Hmm. It's a flight to Turkey. I've never been on an international flight, but the stereotype is that Middle Eastern nations could give a rat's ass about people smoking, so the plane is probably all "smoking section." Edward: Even then. WillGM: We'll go with Shad, then. No smoking. Fearless: unless it's air turkey... Bruce: Cash bar, though! Bruce: ;) WillGM: Rhett heads back to the lavatory area. Fearless: "Okay, a few things to remember. When in Turkey, do as the Turks do. When prayer time rolls around, either be indoors out of sight, or grab a rug and pray alongside 'em. You prolly won't be able to get away with the latter in any other mid-east country, though." Edward: "Gotcha." WillGM: Frizz shakes his head. "Turkey is proud of its secular government; it was an earthquake when an Islamist party got elected recently to head the government. Nobody's going to care if you don't pray. Just don't interfere with someone who is." Maurice hrms and grins at the plan. He thinks of something and types (2-finger style, and slowly as if he has to think of how to phrase it in English) "I like this plan. Remind me to ask you for something when returning our stuff though." He hands the laptop to Frizz. WillGM: Frizz nods amiably at Maurice. Maurice nods. "I think we are obviously outsiders... trying to blend in as Muslims would be a mistake." Edward: "Blending in, probably. Honestly trying to respect, on the other hand..." Maurice makes a sour face and bites his tongue, figuratively. Bruce: "Respect is one thing. Making a show of it is another." Fearless: "One thing, though. Turks appreciate it if you show the proper respect. It wouldn't hurt us, I don't think, if we gave thanks to Allah, Yahweh, Jehovah, or whatever you want to call Him at the same time they did in their manner." Edward nods. Fearless: actually, an ex-Navy friend of mine said he was considered a "religious man" when he was stationed in Turkey. He was still on the rosters there as such, and was able to win an international contract because he *did* grab a rug and prayed alongside 'em. WillGM: Rhett comes back with two pairs of latex gloves and hands one to Fearless. Fearless: *types* "Planning something of your own?" *hands to Rhett* Maurice: "I think, from experience, any attempt we make to blend in would be met by hostility, as is their typical reaction..." he mutters. Fearless: "You're thinking other mid-east countries. Doing that in, say, Iraq or Saudi Arabia would get you killed on the spot for heresy." WillGM: Rhett sits down and reads through the entire typed conversation since he left, looks around at all of you. "I ain't touching a prayer rug," he types. "And second, do you plan to plant a weapon on both of them? If so, we only need one pair of gloves." Fearless: the prayer rug convo was audio, actually... WillGM: Okay. Skip the first part, then. Fearless: or at least, I was thinking it's not something that would be unheard of on a plane to discuss local customs where we're landing. Fearless: *types* "I don't feel confident enough to do two yet. You volunteering to do the other one?" Maurice just shakes his head at Fearless, but doesn't bother elaborating. WillGM: *types* "I think they'd recognize me. ;^)" WillGM: BA signals for the laptop. *types* "I'll take the one Fearless doesn't. It'll be like old times. And I *know* they don't recognize me." Fearless: *types* "good luck. You get the ugly one." Maurice: Which one's the ugly one?!? Fearless: *snrk* TNMT2 ref. Fearless: ;) Maurice: Hai, hia. WillGM: Frizz leans in very close to Fearless. Edward types "Correction. Xav knows you, remember?" Fearless leans to hear Frizz WillGM: *types* "Oh yeah. Damn body-hopping." Edward: "And if he sees you, he'll *know* it's no coicidence. And yes, while we're on the subject, be very careful in case he decides to hop *your* body." WillGM: Fearless: Frizz doesn't say anything; he hands you a handkerchief, which bulges momentarily and is containing a snub-nosed revolver. Edward ups the font size and bolds the next bit "DON'T TOUCH HIM WHATEVER YOU DO" Fearless pockets it in the trench WillGM: "Mr. Wong raises some excellent points. Perhaps I should volunteer instead." WillGM: "None of these are problems for me." Fearless: *types* "What about possible noise?" WillGM: "Shouldn't be any unless Exavenos tries to punch somebody." Edward: *types* Disturbance happens when a celestial affects something non-celestial. Unless he rips Xav's shirt, shouldn't be a danger." WillGM: Fulmeniel nods to Frizz, who leans across the aisle and deposits another package in Fulmeniel's hands, quickly secreted in his jacket pocket. Rhett hands him the other pair of latex gloves. Fearless oocly hopes we don't get another Infernal... a Divine would be nice. Maurice stretches, wonders about breakfast. Edward: Statistically, we're about due a 111 by now. We've had three infernals so far that I recall. WillGM: Speaking of which, you shold all probably know that, with travel time + time zones, it's now about 5am the next day. Maurice: "I have to hit the head..." He manuvers his way out into the aisle and wanders up to do so. WillGM: Continentals (i.e., criossants, fruit, and coffee) are available in the coach cabin, and about two hours later the plane arrives at Ataturk International Airport, in Istanbul. WillGM: As expected, first class departs first. From your vantage point behind the milling crowds, you can't even see the first class passengers filing out. Fearless declines the sugar and cream, and still can't taste the coffee. "Must be a fresh pot." Fearless slips on the gloves while the crowd is getting their stuff together, and looks to see where the metal detectors are placed as he disembarks. Bruce just generally zombies out until his row starts moving. WillGM: Fulmeniel dons his gloves as well. Maurice at some point gets food, shoulders his bag as the plane arrives and starts moving with the herd when it gets to that point. WillGM: When you disembark, you come into a large concourse, as is usual with most airports. Fearless also looks for our quarries WillGM: 3d6 Dicesuke throws the bones for WillGM (3d6) and gets 13. WillGM: Fearless: you spot them across the way from your aisle, pretending to be purchasing tea at a stall. WillGM: Well, actually purchasing tea, but not really caring about it. Fearless tries to stealthily make his way through the crowd towards them. Fearless: 3d6 Dicesuke throws the bones for Fearless (3d6) and gets 7. Fearless: (pass on stealth) WillGM: Fulmeniel straps on his bag over his shoulders, puts his hands in his pockets, and wanders over to the stall nonchalantly. WillGM: Fearless: you break away from the group quickly and walk along with a boisterous family, able to get around behind the pair of them. WillGM: Fulmeniel orders a tea, leaves his right hand in his jacket, and pays and takes the tea with his left. Neither of the other two seem to care. WillGM: (By the way, something's going on for the rest of you while Fearless and Fulmeniel are doing their thing, so don't attempt anythign fancy yet.) Maurice: Yokai. WillGM: You're behind them right now. They don't seem to know Fulmeniel's face. Fearless: anyone observing us? WillGM: 3d6 Dicesuke throws the bones for WillGM (3d6) and gets 15. Fearless: (uh-oh, I don't like that roll, even with my vision bonus) WillGM: Not as far as you can tell. Two guys are talking to your friends back near the gate. Fearless: what's the one on the right wearing? Edward: Dammit, I remember I wanted Fulmeniel along for the initial contact with Fire... :) WillGM: Well, don't go off with strangers until Fulmeniel says it's okay. :^) WillGM: Fearless: Which one on the right? Ro and Wade, or the two guys talking to your friends back near the gate? Fearless: the two guys in front of me... which one's on the right, Ro or Wade? WillGM: Wade. He's wearing jeans, sneakers, and an old T-shirt with a faded logo on it; he's the one with the grease stain, though he seems to have tried to clean up. Fearless: and what's Ro wearing? WillGM: He's the one you saw in the church, that Xav was possessing. He is also wearing the same thing, slacks and a white shirt with a jacket over his arm. The shirt is noticeable rumpled. Fearless: loose slacks on Wade, or tight? WillGM: Wade is in jeans. Fearless: loose or tight? WillGM: They're not exactly Rocky Mountains, but nor are they OutKast's hip curtains. They look like your basic, comfortable jeans. WillGM: Neither of them have luggage. Their trip seems to have been a rush job. Fearless: can I get to the pocket of Ro's jacket, then? WillGM: You can try. WillGM: Fulmeniel orders another tea. He appears to be awaiting a cue from you. Fearless attempts to plant the snubnose in Ro's jacket pocket. Fearless oocly crosses his fingers Fearless: 3d6 Dicesuke throws the bones for Fearless (3d6) and gets 16. Fearless: *gah* Maurice: *facedesk* Edward: Figures. Fearless oocly barbecues the bot! WillGM: Ro looks over at you as you attempt to place the gun in his pocket, drawing Wade's attention as well. WillGM: Fulmeniel turns to Ro. "Pardon me, sir, do you have Turkish lira? I have not changed my US dollars." WillGM: "What the hell are you doing, man?" Fearless drops the gun at Ro's feet. .oO(I'm gonna roast in Hell for this line.) "Excuse me, but I believe you dropped this. I was just returning it." Bruce: *glances in* Gah! WillGM: The tea stall owner shouts, "Pickpocket!" WillGM: And points at Fearless. WillGM: "No, gun! I say, that man!" And points at Ro. WillGM: At this point, as you may imagine, much hell breaks loose. Fearless puts his hands in his pockets, and peels off the gloves Maurice: *shakes fist at Dicesuke* Bruce buries his face in his hands. "Oh God." WillGM: Much as it may feel like wer're fishtailing a limo, we need to pause and go back about two minutes, to the other group, to see what was going on. Fearless starts trying to fast-talk the stall owner, explaining that he was returning something the man dropped on the plane. "After all, a pickpocket would be taking something off the person, not putting it on him." WillGM: Fearless: Make a Fast-Talk roll. Fearless: 3d6 Dicesuke throws the bones for Fearless (3d6) and gets 12. Fearless: (skill 15) WillGM: Pass. WillGM: Hold that thought, and we do need to rewind. WillGM: It is two minutes ago. Fearless and Fulmeniel have stepped away from the group. Another pair of men in the crowd have been waiting in the seating area, looking at faces. WillGM: One of them is holding up a sign, as one would for meeting a person or group: "John Patmos." Edward: "Guess that's our cue, folks. Keep an eye out for bals." Bruce: "You gotta be kidding me," Bruce says, noting the sign. WillGM: Frizz hails the two, who come over. Maurice watches Fulmeniel and Fearless go off and glances around the area. "Sure, if I see any balls..." WillGM: The bigger guy scans the group anxiously, while the whip-thin short one looks you over. "You the fellows came to meet us?" Edward nods. "Assuming you are who we're hoping you are." WillGM: "And likewise, of course. One moment..." WillGM: 3d6 Dicesuke throws the bones for WillGM (3d6) and gets 12. WillGM: He says, "Most brave of you to go after that Thief in the church." WillGM: He turns to Bruce... WillGM: 3d6 Dicesuke throws the bones for WillGM (3d6) and gets 7. Maurice keeps nonchalantly scanning the crowd as they talk. WillGM: ...and cocks an eyebrow. "Faking a pistol in a jacket pocket. Gutsy." Bruce grins. "Fine line between bravery and lunacy." WillGM: "Now then, I believe I've established my species?" Edward exhales. "As good an identfication we're going to get, yeah. Sorry, being tailed by a krono-snake gets me nervous." WillGM: The bigger one growls. Maurice quirks an eyebrow, shifts his posture slightly. WillGM: Frizz flashes an ornate knife, then Scabbards it again. The Malakite nods. Frizz says, "If we can get somewhere private--" and the shouts start from the tea stand. Bruce looks over, and does that thing where he hides his face and says, "Oh God." Maurice turns towards the tea stand. "Merde," he simply mutters. Edward: ".. Crud." WillGM: Wade steps back and tries very much to pretend that he's not at all related to Ro, just happened to be drinking tea at the same stand. Fearless is fast-talking the tea stand owner; assuming Ful's taking care of Ro and Wade. Fearless: very clever, Wade. WillGM: Security is coming running, some roughly dozen men in uniforms. Edward: .oO(Better plant that second gun fast, Fulmeniel, or we're in even bigger trouble...) WillGM: Ro turns to Fearless, and kicks the pistol away, sending tourists scattering. "What kind of pansy-ass trick is that, Johnny?" WillGM: Fulmeniel runs up past Ro toward Security. WillGM: 3d6 Dicesuke throws the bones for WillGM (3d6) and gets 16. Maurice starts weighing the variables... doesn't like the results. "Exit strategy?" he mutters to those near him. Fearless: "Excuse me, but we've never met before. Here I am, being a good samaritan and returning what's rightfully yours, and you accuse me of a trick!" WillGM: Another gun clatters on the floor beside Ro. "That man at the tea stand," Fulmeniel shouts. "It's him!" Bruce glances sideways at Maurice. "Running from the law isn't something I have much experience with. In my experience I'm the one chasing." Fearless turns his attentions back to the tea stand owner, while waiting for security. .oO(Xav's gonna have a fun time explaining how he knows my name.) WillGM: AIA security is not particularly concerned with what someone is shouting, and two men grab Fulmeniel, who submits without a fuss. Several others converge on the tea stand, two each to the owner, Ro, Wade, and Fearless. Edward silently curses himself for not thinking this through. Sending a *SERAPH* to do something deceptive? WillGM: Two others go over to the guns and stand by them. Bruce: Questioning is going to suck. Edward mutters again, "Crap." WillGM: The Malakite turns to you. "You know all these guys, but otherwise we seem well out of it at the moment, right?" Maurice eyes the proceedings. "What I mean is do we have a means of getting them out of custody later? Things are escalating rather badly." Edward: This is post-baggage claim, I take it? So we have the Skull? Maurice: IIRC, Frizz had the Skull. Fearless: I don't think we made it to baggage claim. Fearless: we're likely in the shops near the boarding gates WillGM: No, you're still near the departure gate. I don't *think* most other countries have the only-ticketed-passengers rule, do they? Edward: Aren't you supposed to get through baggage claim before you run into non-flying people? Fearless: Maybe in europe, but not likely anywhere else. WillGM: One second, we'll see if Google responds well. Fearless: Not in the Vegas, Newark, or Allentown terminals. Bruce: Baggage claim is usally outside of the terminal. Edward: after all, way too easy otherwise for some wiseass to mosey in, pick up a bag from the rollers, and walk out. Fearless: they do check baggage claim tickets at most airports... Fearless: no separate claim ticket, no luggage. Edward: Anyways, doesn't matter - none of us had much more than what we were carrying on us anyway. Well, except for BA's arsenal of robots, which Ed could care less about at the moment. Bruce: Hm, not in my experience. :) WillGM: Looks like they were able to meet you at the arrival gate. Fearless: I think we should have at least had a few changes of clothes... and Fearless did check his own piece. WillGM: You gave it to Frizz, didn't you? Fearless: oh yeah, forgot about that. Edward: .oO(I hate myself for even thinking this, but...) "Yeah. They're friends of ours; we were trying to sneak a pair of guns on to the snake's servants. It backfired. Our best shot is probably to get the skull safe first, then bust them out of jail asap." Bruce winces at the last part of that. WillGM: The big guy who hasn't said anything yet looks at you with a peculiar mix of respect and something else. Maurice nods at Edward. "Are there any ways we could do that without much trouble?" WillGM: Over on the other side of the aisle, security is asking everybody for their story. Bruce: "I'm gonna have to agree. They've done the job a little too well, but they're gonna have to be a secondary concern right now. We'll figure out how to clean up the mess afterward." Edward: "I don't like the thought of leaving them in this, but I don't see how we can do any good right now - and as long as the skull isn't back where it belongs, it's at risk." WillGM: Let's turn to the other side of things momentarily. WillGM: Over on the other side of the aisle, security is asking everybody for their story. WillGM: Wade's story is "I don't know *any* of these assholes." WillGM: The tea stand owner is a little confused, and under the impression that Ro is dripping with guns. Maurice: Yay, that's something. [ snip msg'ing ] WillGM: Fulmeniel is quietly explaining that he has never met any of these people before today, but "If I had to pick someone who those guns belong to, I think the best answer would be the fellow with the suit jacket." Fearless: My story: (paraphrased) "I saw a gun drop off that one guy as we were leaving the plane; I was simply returning it to him. In the States, it's common for people to go around with a pistol in their pocket, so I didn't think anything of it. Just being a good samaritan to a stranger." Maurice: Ow. Maurice: Maybe if you're from Texas. Or LA. WillGM: Fearless: "We're not stupid. You don't leave the States with a gun on a plane. You're coming with us to Security." Fearless: yes, but the first part about lying is "keep your lies consistent" WillGM: Ro is swearing up and down that someone is trying to frame him for something, and it's probably that American reporter but he doesn't know why but he will, and starting to froth slightly. Maurice: Pretend to be mildly retarded? WillGM: Ro, too, is taken to security. Edward doesn't know that grigori can hear the disturbance caused by mental resonances so doesn't look around to see if the woman is reacting. WillGM: Do you wait around to see what happens? There's a significant crowd doing just that. Edward: Not unless any of the others are. Fearless: "Well, the gun's certainly not mine." *lets himself be led to security* WillGM: Frizz comes up and shouts, "Look, that guy still has a knife in his sleeve," and reaches forward with an empty hand.... WillGM: ...and comes away from Ro's wrist brandishing a sleek little stiletto. Maurice: . o O (That better not be mine.) Fearless: "What else is he concealing?" WillGM: Ro is promptly handcuffed and treated much more roughly, taken away. Bruce: It's a full cavity search for you, mister! Fearless: *heh* WillGM: Fearless: The Security guy next to you looks at this, then looks back at you. He looks at the scene again, then looks at you. Fearless: "Well, he was able to get two guns and a knife past security in the States. Maybe he bribed a guard there or something." WillGM: "Allright, the weapons were probably his, though how they got past security I don't know. But you still tried to lie to us. You're not under arrest, but you've got some questions to answer. Let's go." You are taken to a Security station on this floor. Fearless breathes a sigh of relief as he's led away. He makes eye contact with Frizz for a moment. WillGM: Try to signal anything? WillGM: Frizz carefully enunciates silently, "We owe you." Fearless nods, almost imperceptibly WillGM: Frizz comes back to the group. "Dammit. I've had that stiletto since Queen Victoria." Fearless: *snrk* Maurice winces slightly at that. Bruce 's player needs to go pass out. 'night, all. Fearless: same... got a long day tomorrow... WillGM: Yeah, it's nearly 3am here. Maurice mutters "At least we don't have a prison break to plan now..." WillGM: ---------------- session end ----------------------